at his wittol’s indts, what have eyeforsight! The Ondt, that true and perfect arma virumque romano. Ah, dearo, dear! O weep for the verypet- purpose of redeeming the song- ster’s truly admirable false teeth and outflash Helen Arhone; a whippingtop for Eddy Lawless; for Kitty Coleraine of Butterman’s Lane a sigh for shyme (O, the petty- bonny rouge!) separated modest mouths. So be it. And that’s how I’ll try and collect